In the cradle of the earth, where silence reigns,
Mountains stand as sentinels of time,
Veiled in a cloak of mist and dreams,
Their peaks kiss the azure sky sublime.
Ancient whispers echo through the valleys deep,
Tales of stones and streams that weave,
In their presence, souls find peace,
Where shadows dance and spirits grieve.
The sun’s embrace warms their stony hearts,
Snow-capped crowns gleam with golden light,
A symphony of winds in pine and fir,
Guiding wanderers through the night.
Beneath the vast and endless sky,
The mountains watch, eternal and wise,
Holding secrets of the earth and stars,
In their quiet majesty, the heart lies.